Comments on: messy hearts poem 4

By: jenica

jenica — Thu, 01 Dec 2011 20:44:39 +0000

i love you. again and again.

By: social worcester web

social worcester web — Fri, 19 Dec 2008 16:01:27 +0000

By: trixie

trixie — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 16:32:43 +0000

i think mermaids rock.and my friend and i are getting a tail every christmas.i wish my friend and i can be mermaids with our family.i love only good mermaids.

By: calissa

calissa — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 02:09:14 +0000

“a sickness in our sisterhood”
so true and very poignant.
could be the title of a book.
I know that sickness all too well…
and it saddens me to know that so many other beautiful souls know it too.
thanks for this honest, sensitive poem.

By: Linni

Linni — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 20:50:22 +0000

Oh Sweet Mccabe…
you are enough.
More than enough.
For us…you can just be YOU.
I wish i could write,
live,
express,
share,
do,
be as you are…you are my hero! xx

By: darlene

darlene — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 17:51:24 +0000

this made me cry, bawl like a baby really … we need to tell each other we are beautiful more, we are beautiful exactly as we are right now, today …

i love your open honest, raw, giving, beautiful poetry … and you are beautiful honey, oh so beautiful

By: miguelita

miguelita — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 02:28:26 +0000

wow…such love and healing energy and sweetness and honesty. you are a reminder to all of us that being a girl is magical and powerful…the soul sisters of the world always find each other and always lift each other up, don’t we?

By: Chloe

Chloe — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 01:41:44 +0000

Itâ€™s scary how we inherit the ache and turn against our own bodies. I could say so much about my own experience with this as well. Thank you for writing about this McCabe.

By: Sarah

Sarah — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 00:17:55 +0000

What beautiful (painfully beautiful) sentiments, and so sadly true. Are there really any women out there, ANY at all that don’t struggle with body image? There’s none that I’ve every met anyways… We can learn to cope, strive to be healthy, try to teach ourselves to love ourselves just the way we are, but sometimes those critical voices just keep coming back to haunt us.

By: Cami

Cami — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 00:03:00 +0000

Well, pull up a chair and pass the beer! Gosh, I was stick thin and under-developed. A dancer graced with a 12 year old boys body and no one said anything and I was fine. Then the summer of 8th grade right before High School I quit ballet. Quit dancing 4 times a week. And like clock work: I grew 4 inches and gained 20 lbs and the boob fairy delivered in the biggest way. The first day of 9th grade a football player pointed at me, grinning at his friend and said, “Look @ the tits on that one!”. I carried my notebook in front of my chest for the rest of the year. Adolescence was brutal. And now my 9 year old dreams of boobs and being older as if life gets more magical than it is now. I want to whisper the secrets in her ear as she sleeps to save her from any pain… And pass the beer!!! I’m at home here.